•Y/N POV•
I watched from the far end, as most of the adult heroes from the school began to pour out of the entrance; running towards the gates.
Though, there simply laid a child. A small girl, who seemed to hav eblue hair and a single horn upon her pale, frail body. Her robes were slightly ripped as she laid there, crying softly.
The heroes, of course, fell for them. Pitied them. But I knew it wasn't Eri, no, it was simply some shape shifter. The blonde maniac.
Could she even pull through with what Overhaul has planned? Or is sending her in alone the best plan of action?
Of course, if she failed; that'd be a relief for me. But not for them. And I really don't want to feel Overhaul's wrath, he can be very cruel; even to me.
As I watched, I realised they weren't going to notice my pathetic body on the floor. I decided to try to crawl forwards, shouting for help.
No.. I had to come up with a better plan.
I soon noticed Overhaul on the opposite side of the school, staring right back at me.
I quickly grabbed my gloves from my inside pocket of the (colour) suit. Sliding the (colour) gloves on, I slowly placed my hands on the floor.
I knew this was going to explode buildings, the school and perhaps Overhaul's group of thugs, but I had to try.
However.. If this fails, I'll probably be imprisoned by his Yakuza and never see daylight again.
I abruptly pressed down on the concrete floor, my eyes turning a bright light of E/C, as the floor around me sent out deep cracks, headed in different directions.
One, straight for the school, another for any surrounding buildings and the last one towards the thugs.
I didn't want him dead.
Simply imprisoned.